dying man...

the dying man arrives with shattered stepping stones
feet feel loose and lonely
walking away from hurt and pain paints a path
dig in...to it
re-balance the ground beneath....stone, earth saturated emotions....buried deep
a plant can no longer grow....where depths of sorrow were sewn
each glance towards unforgiving skies tilt and twist vision....its time to look down...again, and break the same ground
build a garden of love for yourself when nothing more exits...seeds need to see you extend towards light, whether you want or like it....dying man....please live again....